Too warm for ice
Tanner Bros. have been obliged to give up work on their ice ponds. The warm weather has caused the ice to melt to such a degree that it is no longer commercial; and also it is too thin to be safe. Only about a third of a crop has been cut it is said.
The town council met in the town hall Monday evening with all members in attendance and President Bosworth in the chair. The meeting at times waxed warm and the members eloquent but no damage was done. When it came to actual business not so much was accomplished.
Locked himself up
A man by the name of Ross was found safe behind the bars, when the police returned to the cell room early Monday morning. He had been drinking and thinking to forestall the law and inflict his own penalty, he watched his chance and slipped into a cell and turned the key. He said he had no recollection of turning it, but must have done so as no one else was about. The police believing that he had had enough, let him go that morning and in a happy frame of mind. Warren has become that model and moral it seems, that even the police are not needed, and the evil doers are so conscientious that they must inflict punishment upon themselves. Who’s the joke on Ross or the police?
Pulled out a plumb
One of the most daring breaks attempted in these parts lately, was the one attempted at the store of the Warren Shoe Co., sometime Monday night or Tuesday morning. With some weapon, probably a stone, the thief broke a hole in the large plate glass window on the front of the store, and inserting his arm pulled out his plunder. When Mr. Natal arrived at the store Tuesday morning he found a crowd of interested spectators gathered, and soon learned the cause. The thief evidently muffled the sound of the blow and the crashing of glass by using paper or cloth over the glass while hitting it. Inquiry at the store later revealed the fact, taht as near as could be learned three pair of shoes are missing. The CHief of Police made what investigations he could at the time, and is working quietly. It may have been somebody who lives aout town, and it may ahve been some “weary Willie” who wanted a new pair of shoes, at any rate he put in his thumb and pulled out a plumb.
At the last fire very few people knew it until it was all over, or until after it had been in progress for some time. The trouble was, not that the town was taking a siesta, but that the siren had caught the prevailing infection. Its flues were stopped up and it positively refused to do more until it had received surgical attention. The doctors were called in and after chloroform had been administered, an exploratory operation was performed. Winds, rains, corrosion, etc., had caused a growth and articular troubles. The proper incisions were made; the wounds were cleansed with aseptic solution, aseptic dressings were applied, and presto 0 she squeaks again, or at least she will if some one pulls the string. Webster says that a siren means something “bewitching.” Everybody knows that the word refers to a damsel who was accustomed to live on the island of Caprea and who sang so sweetly and alluringly that those who sailed by and heard her, forgot their own country and died. But someone has yet to show the Gazette man-about-town anything alluring or bewitching about this thing that dwells on the top of the mill; that it has voice of any sweetness. There is one thing sure however if it is not damsel, it surely is a dam-sel.
What’s in a name
So there is a difference between the suffragette and the suffragist, it seems, though in what lieth the diversity is not stated. And no longer is it women’s or woman’s suffrage but equal suffrage; and again what constitutes the diversity is not revealed. Never yet was there movement organized that did not suffer more from internal dis-unity than from the common enemy. If this struggle in terminology ends as it bids fair to — what will become of the dear ladies who want to vote?